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Post by Sylvia on Feb 28, 2008 8:37:16 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled and rubbed herself against him, molding to his chiseled form. She took a deep breath, relaxing against him. Then she smelled it. Something...funny. She brushed her nose with the back of her hand.*
"How could you?"
*The foreign voice echoed in the dark room. Her brow furrowed, confused that Thatcher would be entertaining tonight. He hadn't mentioned it. She pushed herself up, drawing up the sheet on the assumption that it wasn't someone that he'd be sharing her with. She lowered her eyes to him without looking to the door.*
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I can go wait in the other room until you are finished."
*She started to scoot away from him.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 28, 2008 8:40:19 GMT -5
"What?" *he asked slowly, opening one eye.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 28, 2008 8:49:24 GMT -5
"Your guest."
*Sylvia motioned to the door with her head, but her eyes didn't leave his.*
"I shouldn't interrupt. When you're done with business..."
*She bent forward to kiss him.*
"Maybe we could go again...with you on top."
*She smiled and sucked her lip.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 28, 2008 11:06:45 GMT -5
"By all means," *he said, catching her wrists and drawing her closer.*
"Only...to what guest are you referring?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 2, 2008 7:20:50 GMT -5
((zomg, new pic!))
*Sylvia looked slightly confused, but smiled and shrugged.*
"Why the gentleman--"
*She looked back to the door and her confusion deepened. She looked back to Thatcher.*
"I just...I could have sworn...are you not expecting someone, sir?"
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 3, 2008 7:47:42 GMT -5
((This is what I see when I'm thinking of his usual "feral" grin.))
"The only person I'm expecting to come this evening is you," *he said, running his fingers along her spine.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 3, 2008 8:04:13 GMT -5
((Yum.))
*Sylvia's lashes fluttered shut on conditioned instinct. Smiling, she twisted beneath his touch. She must have been imagining. He wouldn't--*
"How could you? With him?"
*She turned quickly to the door, her eyes wide. She knew that she'd heard something. But no one was to be seen. Her eyes filled with worry as she looked back to Thatcher.*
"Sir, did you not hear..."
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 3, 2008 8:09:45 GMT -5
"I hear nothing," *he said with a casual shrug.* "And my ears hear everything worth hearing."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 3, 2008 8:14:33 GMT -5
*She frowned.*
"But..."
*She drew up the sheets around herself, sliding back on the bed.*
"Sir. If you have it in mind to share me...so be it. But please do not toy with me."
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 3, 2008 8:17:43 GMT -5
"You know I do not share," *said Thatcher sharply, his eyes narrowing.* "And thus the shoe must be on the other foot and it is I who you see as your toy." *He cracked his knuckles.* "...What kind of game are you trying to play?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 3, 2008 8:55:36 GMT -5
*Sylvia's face read an inherent fear of him in that moment. She shook her head.*
"I would never, sir. I swear it."
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 3, 2008 8:58:46 GMT -5
*Thatcher set his lips in a grim line and got up, pulling his trousers back on.*
"Take care, Mademoiselle Gallo," *he warned her as he went to the door.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 3, 2008 9:13:17 GMT -5
*Sylvia frowned. Whatever this was, it wasn't a game. And she didn't want to be snared by whatever trap was being laid. She lowered her eyes, vowing to figure this out and preserve herself from as much of his wrath as she could. She tried to wait patiently, not moving from the bed.*
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Post by Thatcher on Mar 3, 2008 9:18:36 GMT -5
*Thatcher went to his own chambers and ordered an ice bath, followed by one so hot it nearly scalded him. Drying himself, he went to his bed and fell asleep.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 9, 2008 7:12:05 GMT -5
*Sylvia waited. And waited. Then she frowned. Things were getting steadily worse. She should go apologize. She didn't want to lose any ground that she had made with him. She stood and slipped on her robe, hurrying to the door. Maybe she had just been hearing things, maybe… She reached out to turn the knob. Opening the door, she found herself staring into cold blue eyes. Sylvia gasped. They burned cruelly.*
”You promised.” *His words were sharp, a low hiss.*
*Sylvia’s eyes widened and she slammed the door shut, bracing herself against. The cool wood against her back did little good at comforting her. She shut her eyes tightly, sucking stale air into her lungs.*
”Did you think that you’d be rid of me so easily?”
*Her eyes flew open and there he stood, calm as ever.*
”That you can just forget me and be done with it?”
*She screamed and fumbled for the knob, turning it fleeing the room. She could hear his voice behind her, the stoic nature never breaking, as if he could run endlessly and never raise his pulse.*
”I gave you everything, Sylvia. And this is how you repay me?”
*Sylvia screamed again, certain she could feel his hands so very near to her neck. She pushed herself onward, harder than ever, practically flinging herself at the door of Thatcher’s room.*
“Please!” *She cried desperately against it.* “Thatcher, please! Help me!”
*The urgency was undeniable, her terror genuine.*
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